Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Friday, February 11, 2011
O My God - a must watch.
this video is ideal to watch after isha time, after wasting time online and then regretting, after making a mistake and realizing how wrong i was.
i wont quit asking forgiveness from Allah, because He doesn't quit being Rahman. AstaghfiruLLAH alazee ar-Rahman ur-Raheem. huwa Rabbi alazee Malikee. I love Allah.
i wont quit asking forgiveness from Allah, because He doesn't quit being Rahman. AstaghfiruLLAH alazee ar-Rahman ur-Raheem. huwa Rabbi alazee Malikee. I love Allah.
Friday, February 4, 2011
"I only complain of my distraction and anguish to Allah"
i recently had the privilege to learn this beautiful ayah in the Holy Quran
He said: "I only complain of my distraction and anguish to Allah and I know from Allah that which ye know not... Surah Yusuf (12:86)
and what came to my mind was the urge we have to call, email, sms, go to a friend's home as soon as we see some trouble or face it. and sometimes the friendship is so deep and so intense that if one friend doesn't share with another, there's a chance of mistrust, distance development and quarrel. it's a modern notion of friendship, a modern approach to venting out your feelings, of having "a shoulder to always cry on", but one needs to step back and read this ayah, and see what Prophet Yaqub (as) [Jacob] said to his sons. Prophet Yaqub had lost his beloved son Yusuf (as) [joseph] forty years ago, and now when his sons came to tell him that they lost another brother in captivity (father’s second favourite son Bin Yamin [Benjamin]), he said “I only complain of my distraction and anguish to Allah”…
SubhanAllah!what an exalted, zabardast, beautiful integrity of a man that Prophet Yaqub was. That for forty years he had been patient and kind, not breaking ties with his sons, and at the same time not whining or complaining to the world or to God. He just quietly kept persevering, his heart heavy, his eyes constantly numb. and the maximum his humility allowed him to say was this > I only complain of my distraction and anguish to Allah”… .although he was all justified to vent out anger. he needed email consolation, telephonic inspiring talk by a friend, and a shoulder to cry on more than anyone of us ever, but he didn't take support of anyone. he used the crutches of mercy and hope and expectation and positive thinking about Allah, made Allah his Best Friend and shared only stuff with him. shed some weight of his heavy heart in front of Allah only. Cried out of longing amidst the hope in front of Allah only. He knew what Allah could do and what He Did, that's why he complained of human feelings we all have of anguish and distraction to Allah alone.
We on the other hand have the Book of Allah with us, in which Allah is telling us to put faith in Him , trust Him, take Him as our Confidant, as our true Best Friend, and it's a tragedy that we look for consolations from here and there. as a teacher of mine says it, we sell ourselves short.
Bas this was on my mind, and i pray one day i can also come close to thinking that in at least one matter of my life, i completely complained of distraction and anguish to Allah alone. Atleast one....
1000
AlhumduliLLAH this moment marks 1000 visits on my blog. I owe it to that moment i decided to quit facebook and try something else. without any dramatic exaggeration, using this space instead of fb, for me, has been like moving into a new house, a new place, leaving your comfort zone and entering a new territory. this blog was created to make a new room, paint its walls , throw the trash, and find a cleaner neater place to spend some time online (until the habit breaks). borrowing a line from napoleon's mom, it's good so long it lasts :)... so yeah, this space is frost white, and may look inhospitable, but really i feel cool coming here. it's like a virtual sense of taking a breath in the fresh air while standing on top of a mountain, after a long hot day at campus and work, after a wholesome breakfast on a sunday, after a heat-wave of social interaction.
i pray that viewers take something from this blog every time they stumble upon it. i am not very excited about admitting that these days i dont have much thoughts, musings and reflections to share here. maybe it's a good thing. reduces self-centeredness for someone like me. you know how we are obsessed with what "i believe" and what "my opinion" is. and "what i think". if this was just the case, pep talk and motivational speeches and quotations would be taught, knowledge would have no room, and hoodboy would have become an icon. fortunately that's not the case, and the world has not completely gone to the dogs. there is still tradition, truth standing without pillars (i.e. opinions of every other tom dick and harry), there is still value in sacred learning, a larger hierarchy in the cosmos and room for commands and orders that anyone's random opinions cannot poke holes in. so yes, glad that there is no urge in posting new posts. this very post one will suffice for some time as far as my two-cents to the world of opinions are concerned.
I envy.
I envy the sand that met his (peace and blessings be upon him) feet
I am jealous of honey he tasted sweet
Of birds that hovered above his head
Of spiders who spun their sacred web
To save him from his enemies
I envy clouds formed from seas
That gave him cover from the heat
Of the sun whose light could not compete
With his whose face did shin e so bright
That all was clear in pitch black night
I envy cypress trees that gazed upon his form
Completely dazed
Not knowing if the Sun had rose
Or if the sky was warm with those
Who knelt and prayed and fasted too
Simply because he told them too
With truth and kindness and charity
From God Who gave such clarity
His Mercy comes in one who’s sent
To mould our hearts more heaven-bent
I envy all there at his side
Who watched the turning of tide
As truth prevailed and falsehood fled
And hope restored life to the dead
And men and women found their place
With aspirations for God’s Face
I envy the cup that gave him drink
His thoughts that helped us all to think
To be one thought that passed his mind
Inspiring him to act so kind
For me this world is not one jot
If I could simply be a thought
From him to God throughout the ages
As Revelation came in stages
I pity all who think it odd
To hear him say there is one God
For he was sent by God to men
To hone their spirits’ acumen
It’s pride that blinds us from the sight
That helps all men to see his light
He taught us all to be God’s slaves
And He will Be the One Who Saves
The humanity from sinful pride
Muhammad (peace and blessings be upon him) has God on his side.
Transcribed from Hamza Yusuf's recitation of an extract of the Burdah Sharif
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